Sunday, July 06, 2008

fourth of July

We got a new couch. A week ago, I wanted to masturbate there together, so we did. I loved the way the couch felt under the weight of my body. I felt supported in a different way from the support of a bed, and there was a new pleasure in my body as I came. My husband had been out hiking, and I had looked at porn while he was gone, masturbating and not letting myself come, though I badly wanted to, for a long time. So when we was home, and we masturbated together, I was surprised by the intensity of my orgasm. I had moved his hand to my cunt so he could do it, and I came immediately as he touched me.

But on the fourth of July, it was early evening, and I said I wanted to be close on the couch. We took the pink bed sheet from the closet and spread it over the couch. We took off our clothes and sat there. The pink bed sheet is very smooth, and it felt good and cool on my back and ass and legs.

First we masturbated together. My clitoris was slick and felt very real under my fingers. I watched as my husband rubbed his cock. Then I wanted him to stand before me so I could go down on him. I slowly sucked his cock. He stood very close to me as I sat. As I went down on him, I turned my head to one side than the other. I took it deep, all the way. Then I pushed him back and asked if he liked it. I leaned back so he could touch my tits. He said yes. So I went down on him again. I did it slowly and with great concentration.

Then I wanted to fuck him. I got a condom and set it there on the arm of the couch. He sat back, and I mounted him. It felt so good to have him inside of me. I fucked him in that way for as long as I liked. Then I stood and turned around. I fucked him facing away from him, and I enjoyed how different that felt. Finally, my legs were exhausted, and I stood again and turned to him. We smiled.

He took the condom off, and we masturbated again. Do you want me to suck your cock some more? I asked. He was concerned that the condom had made his cock taste bad, but I went down on him. Then I paused.

Would you fuck me, just for a little while? I asked. I lay back on the couch, my head on the arm rest. He got a condom and slipped himself inside of me. I had my legs wrapped around his ass and my arms wrapped around his back. I felt in complete contact with him. The couch held me from behind, supporting my body, caressing me, and then he was above me, thrusting himself inside of me, and an incredible warmth started to grow inside of me.

By now the room was dark, and there were distant thuds and cackles from neighborhood fireworks. I felt wholly embraced. I gave a little moan. The ache in my cunt started to grow. I knew I would come. I urged him on with my body, pushing against him. He thrust faster and harder. Then the waves of pleasure were crashing through my body. At first was the feeling of intense anticipation, and the first hit of pleasure. Then the waves crashed, and my entire life was one complete feeling of senseless, selfless pleasure. I grasped him hard. Maybe I hurt him.

The feelings subsided, and I was again aware of my surroundings. He continued to fuck me. I was myself again. I continued to enjoy his body inside of me. Then I pushed him off me. He told me, That was beautiful. He sat beside me, leaning against me, and I stroked his head again and again. I touched from the top of his head down to his beard. I became again an inhabiter of the world, still with the sensation of floating, just remembering the way I had just come, and thinking idly about what was next.

How do you want to come? I asked him. He told me that he wanted me to touch him very, very gently, with just one finger. I actually used two--my index finger and my thumb--and touched him so gently. It was fascinating to feel his cock in this new way. I would pause to put more spit on my fingers then return to my task. Faster or slower? I asked.

Faster, he said. I caressed the head of his cock, where it meets the shaft, and caressed down its length. I again caressed the head of his cock, where it meets the shaft, still gently but with more intensity. His cock was such a real, living thing under my fingertips. His body strained, his breathing changed, and I knew he was going to come. Then he was coming in my hand as I gently touched him and continued to gently touch him.

He got his teeshirt from the floor and used it the clean himself off. He had his arms around me and held me. The neighborhood fireworks noises had become intrusive. We cuddled. Then I went to bed and put earplugs in my ears and fell asleep until morning.

Swordfish, you're very welcome. Thanks for commenting, and thanks for the praise. Anonymous, yes--it's really me. I hadn't noticed the post had a different tone. I'll reread it. Thanks for your praise too.

Jeez, you two are just so faithful about using condoms. I always start off with good intentions, but I fall short in actual practice. Of course so does She, as 22 yrs have past & she's never gotten pregnant. We've opened SO MANY envelopes...french letters...and put a drop or 5 of lube in them, then never used them.

I feel that a good hand job is the mark of a really good lover. It doesn't take talent for a woman to lie on her back and be fucked, but to do a good hand job is masterful lovemaking !

Your blog "haunted" my mind all evening and during the night. I got to thinking that if you two could do it, I could have done it. In university I dated a woman whom I had known since we were 11 years old. She wouldn't have sex with me, but allowed fingering. Years later she surrendered her virginity to me. Those were the days of the Pill, when "nobody used condoms". She wouldn't go on the Pill, and still she didn't want to get pregnant under any circumstances. We enjoyed sex a few times, but I was really of just one mind...f*cking her c*nt, cumming inside her. I'm sorry now 39 years later, she is still on my mind, I miss her body & her mind. Nowadays Im just as happy with a handjob or bj, missionary sex is too much effort and I often lose my erection. I've had a prostate operation and no longer spurt cum, which pleases my girlfriend (younger, and still fertile) but I'd really like to revisit with the other lady.